sonder winter 1711

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Judge

from Rionnach
age
5 years old
gender
Female
size
Small
scent
Rose and Scotch
supporting
Royalist
home
Yorkshire
threadlog
Gilded Gold
writer
Lunar
OOC: solo breeding check thread
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She was home. She was finally, finally, finally home! It felt like it had been a lifetime since she walked these far more luxurious halls, and it was so much emptier than she had ever seen since the day it had been bought. No staff shuffled around, it was like a ghost town but even with the absence of feet, it had been kept tidy. Matilda had to have been responsible for keeping it pristine. The only servant she could ever trust to do her duties without a single order placed upon her shoulders. Yet, right now, she cared little for how no dust glittered in the moonlight that entered the windows and small cracks in the stone. She just sought comfort and after hours of trying nearly every nook in the house, she would slip into the bedding she hadn’t shared with Kenzo in so long. The linens were as silky as she remembered them, vanishing into the cloth.

She swallowed, her head rolling along the floor as she flicked her nose up to allow the fabric to bunch down onto her neck so she might look toward the door where light fluctuated. He was out there, keeping his word to allow her to rest on her own the first night back though it didn’t prevent him from guarding her as if she was the very Princess of this land. It wasn’t because she didn’t want him near her, she felt guilty. Scared. Tears leaked down her cheeks like a flood. She didn’t want him to have to watch her cry the tears that she had tried to keep in for the entirety of their trip home. Her escape from one cage to one of a tamer species. One she shunned for how cold it once made her, now it felt so much warmer as if a fire was placed ever close to her. Yet, she was afraid to grasp it.

Her sobs would stiffen as the feeling of her stomach moving, small pops much like raging gas making her ears pin as she gently pushed up the cover to stare at her lighter fluff. Tongue ran dry as her fur fluffed up like a startled cat as she saw the way small bumps would form and disappear against her belly.

There was no further denying she was… pregnant.

She was going to be a mother. She was going to be…

Sucking in a sharp breath, the tears flowed heavier as if a facet had been broken and left to spill at full capacity. How she had wanted babies, had tried for some before the war even fully started and now… what kind of pure cruelty was this? The idea of holding little versions of Kenny used to fill her heart with joy but now all she harbored was dread. Dread for what they might look like. Dread they might be a deep chocolate. Dread they would have radiant eyes of flame. Dread they were all hellspawn that would be better off fed to a void instead of being of the beautiful saint of the man she loved that could allow her to cherish them so deeply.

She could take poisons that would force termination, yet, the chance they could still be of Kenzo's blood brought her to her knees emotionally and dashing her desires to rid of whatever angel or demon grew inside her.

Dropping the sheet, her head would sharply turn away so she wouldn’t have to look at the roundness of her belly any longer though she couldn’t stop the little kicks. They were certainly rambunctious. Tenacious like the Verlice line. Maybe there was some hope still that these would be the babies she had dreamed of having.

Fear battled faith as she closed her eyes, picturing the cutest babies, ones that could only fill her with a warmth that dabbed away some of her tears. That belief one might have his eyes would soothe her. With a small glimmer of peace, she would find sleep at long last.

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10-06-2024, 07:35 PM

Colonel

from Rionnach
age
5 years old
gender
Male
size
Extra Large
scent
Sandalwood
supporting
Royalist
home
Yorkshire
threadlog
encounters
writer
Saffie
  
breeding check

Dirty paws felt like boulders as pads quietly scrapped against the familiar stone floor of their home. It had been nearly vacant for weeks now, the sole inhabitants Ryker, on occasion, and Matilda. She had lingered with wide, terrified eyes and taken care of everything. There was not a speck of dust anywhere to suggest the owners had been missing. Some might praise for her such a feat, tending to a home all alone to Adeline’s sky high standards. But Kenzo couldn’t muster even an ounce of appreciation for the woman. Not when she had so egregiously failed. He had ruthlessly placed the blame upon her narrow shoulders and even now, he felt no remorse. In his eyes, she had done nothing, she had failed her mistress and Adeline paid the price. All those weeks ago, he had come home to find her a blubbering mess, barely capable of getting the words out to explain what happened. If he hadn’t been in such a rush to follow Adeline’s trail, he like would have wrung her neck then.

Now that they were home, he’d be forced to deal with her. To decide her fate. Following Adeline up the stairs to their room, she quietly requested a night to herself and while it shattered what remained of his heart, Kenzo conceded. Nodding, he watched as his wife shut the door behind her, effectively shutting him out. Alone, he blew out a quiet breath, finally letting his shoulders sag beneath the weight of everything. A slight movement in his peripherals would have his head lifting, eyes snapping to the woman who had the misfortune of earning his ire. She had the decency to look at him with wide, uncertain eyes. He lingered outside their bedroom door for only a moment before he headed toward the maid. Her ears fell back. Kenzo knew her loyalties were to Adeline, that she only followed the russet woman’s commands. But he knew the monster that lingered in the dark shadows of his stare, the rage that never cooled below a simmer. She had enough self preservation to know when she trapped in the crosshairs of a predator.

His voice didn’t rise above a low rumble, like distance thunder, bringing with it the promise of a storm. ”Cross my path again, and it’ll be the last thing you do.” His message was clear. Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me. If he had it his way, she’d have been gone weeks ago, chased from under this roof and to the ends of the earth. Unfortunately, she was the sole other wolf that Adeline put any trust in. And she needed that more than ever. His jaw would tic ceaselessly. ”Touch my pups and I’ll bury you in a hole so deep even Adeline will forget your name.” Confusion warred with her terror. She’d find out soon enough. That wasn’t what he wanted her take from this. He owned her now - if she was truly as loyal as she seemed. When he said jump, he expected her to know how high. The maid had royally fucked up and would spend the rest of her days paying for it.

Leaving her there, shellshocked, he returned to his post. Sinking to the cold floor, he leaned against the unforgiving wooden door. It was going to be a long night. His body ached, begging for the comforts of his bed, the warmth of his sheets. Resting his head on his paws, he blew out a sigh. His pups. His own words echoed almost mockingly in his skull. Of course he wanted them to be his, but there was no telling if they truly were. That knowledge had been eating at him since he first noticed the scratches at her sides and her round belly. Could he raise them no matter what they looked like? Could Adeline? A dark thought slithered into his mind then. Would he stop her if she chose to cast them aside? His teeth ground together. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he’d be contemplating the existence of his pups. It wasn’t their fault - surely that should spare them? But could he truly look into the face of his wife’s attackers everyday, for the rest of their lives? His ears tipped back against his skull. Pale brows pinched together and the wolf warred with himself. Only Adeline and him knew, no one else had to know. That didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

In the quiet of the house, he could just barely hear his wife’s muffled cries. Lifting his head, he looked at the door he rested against, like it would magically disappear. Adeline had placed with barrier between them and he had allowed her. Leaning his head against the door, all he could do was listen. Eventually, she’d fall quiet and he could only assume she had dozed off. There was no rest for Kenzo though.

"If the accident will." "Kenzo Speech." "Adeline Speech"

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